Adult dress up game

I came into the house around mid-afternoon, pulling off my tie and adult dress up game throwing my suit jacket over a chair in the living room. I found myself calling for Dawn, but there was no answer. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water at the sink, half-expecting to see her laying out in the garden in the lounge chair, but she wasn’t there, either.

I’d spent the morning waiting in a queue of people for an interview at an insurance office. It was the only interview I had managed to get, and I was pretty sure I’d cocked it up completely. Just remembering it made me flush, and the thought of having to relate it all at the dinner table was really disheartening.

I considered turning on the telly for a while, but was too knackered and figured I’d just fall asleep on the sofa, so I just went upstairs. I took my suit pants and shirt off, hanging them over my doorknob for safekeeping, and then I climbed into bed in my boxers, not even bothering to crawl under the duvet. I hugged my pillow and drifted off.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I was dreaming about my sister doing a headstand. When we were younger, she used to do headstands against the wall. She would practice for hours at a time, her face turning practically purple from being upside down for so long.

In my dream, she was wearing a skirt and no knickers, and she kept opening her adult dress up game legs wide and closing them again, grinning at me. Mum and Dad were sitting right there watching the telly, and I was watching her from between them on the sofa, my cock as hard as a rock watching her pussy spreading every time she opened her legs. I couldn’t believe they weren’t telling her to stop, but I couldn’t keep myself from watching, either.

Then she collapsed on the floor and started crying, but Mum and Dad still didn’t notice. I went over to her and was trying to comfort her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. I don’t know when I realized that the crying wasn’t in my dream anymore.

The light had changed in the room, so I knew I’d been sleeping a while, but I adult dress up game could still hear my sister crying somewhere in the house.

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“Dawn!?” I called, still foggy, rolling over onto my back and looking toward my open door. No answer, but the crying continued. I stumbled out of bed, realizing that she was in her room. “Dawnie?”

I found her face down on her bed, wearing dungarees, still in her trainers, sobbing into her pillow. I sat next to her, putting my hand on her hair, which was in plaits.

“What is it?” I asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“It’s Ken!” She cried, her voice muffled, and then she adult dress up game turned her face to the side, giving a deep, hitching sigh. “Laurie and I went to the pictures this afternoon and we saw him there. He… he…”

“Don’t tell me,” I said, shaking my head with a frown. “He was there with some slag?”

She turned over, crossing her arms over her chest. “How did you know?”

“Because, love,” I said, wiping at her tears with my thumb. “Kenny Moore has the I.Q. of lint.”

She smiled through her tears. “Shut up.”

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“It’s true. Who was it?” I asked, nudging her adult dress up game over and stretching out, leaning on my elbow next to her.

“Penny Thompson,” she said with a sniff, making a face.

“Ah, see,” I said with a smile, putting my other arm around her middle and pulling her belly to mine. “Now that proves it.”

“What?” she said, wiping at her face with her hands, getting rid of the evidence.

“If he’s choosing Penny over you?” I rolled my eyes. “Then I know he’s an idiot. Besides, if sex was fast food, Penny’d have an arch over her head.”

She laughed, and the sound was like music. It made me warm adult dress up game all over to see her smiling.

“What film did you see?” I asked.

“Pride and Prejudice,” she replied.

I made a face. “Could you have picked a bigger chick flick? There’s no way Kenny Moore was at the cinema to see Pride and Prejudice. He can’t even spell it.”

She smiled. “No. I think they were seeing something else.” She frowned then and I saw tears in her eyes again. “I don’t think they were seeing much of anything, really, the way they were snogging in the lobby.”

“Hey,” I said, turning her face toward mine. I recognized the burning feeling in my chest. It was jealousy. The thought of my sister being with some other guy was actually making me jealous, now. I’m doomed. I’m bloody well doomed.

She looked up at me, and the emotion in her eyes made me melt. My adult dress up game dream had reminded me of when we were kids, and in her dungarees, with her hair in plaits, she looked almost like she used to when she would hold my hand and walk me to the corner shop and buy me sweets even though Mum told her not to.

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“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her. She made a little noise in her throat, kissing me back, her mouth soft. She even tasted like sweets—she must have been eating some at the cinema, because her lips were still sticky with it.

Her hand slipped behind my head and she pulled me in, her tongue finding mine, probing between my lips, darting in and out of my mouth. She tasted even sweeter now, a little like peppermint, and I sucked on her tongue, wanting more. Her leg found its way around mine, the heel of her trainer digging into my thigh, making me wince.

She seemed to sense my discomfort, and toed off her shoes, pulling me over onto her, hugging me between her thighs as we kissed. The fasteners on the front of her dungarees were digging into my chest and I fumbled with them, tossing the straps over her shoulders and pulling down the front over her black t-shirt. She may have been dressed like when we were kids, but the full, firm breasts with their hard nipples under my hand weren’t a little girl’s, and I could feel my erection growing against the thick seam between her legs.

“Would you like them off me?” she whispered in my ear, licking my neck adult dress up game and making me shiver as she slid her hands up and down my bare back, her nails raking lightly.

“Yes,” I said, looking down at her. She was smiling again and her eyes bright, but no longer with tears.

She pushed me over onto my side and slid out from under me, letting her dungarees fall to her hips as she stood. Turning her back to me, she looked over her shoulder as she wiggled them over her bum. If someone had told me a week ago that I would be lying on my sister’s bed, rubbing my cock through my boxers as I watched her strip, I would have told them they were crackers.

But here I was—and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her knickers were white cotton and there was a little lace along the edge of the elastic around the legs. My eyes followed it around the curve and up between her thighs, where the gusset of her knickers was tucked between her lips. I could clearly see the indentation there when she bent over and stepped out of her dungarees.

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She turned to me, still wearing her knickers and t-shirt and white ankle socks, her hair in plaits making her look more my age than hers. She even had sparkly little hair slides on either side, pulling her fringe back. The juxtaposition of her full, adult dress up game woman’s body and the little girl accessories was darkly exciting to me, and I slipped my hand under my boxers to squeeze my aching cock.

“Do you really want me?” she asked, stepping a little closer to the bed, close enough that I touched her thigh just to feel the satiny smoothness of it under my fingers. I couldn’t believe she didn’t know how incredible she was, how much I wanted her, how much any man in his right mind would want her! My sister was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and I struggled with how to tell her that.

“I want to fuck you,” I said, my voice hoarse, sliding my hand up her inner thigh and massaging her pussy through her knickers. Her eyes widened and she moaned, rocking against my fingers.

“Do you mean it?” she whispered, and I realized I did. I couldn’t deny it anymore. She was the hottest, sweetest, most delicious woman I’d ever met, and I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything before. I thought about her, dreamed about her, fantasized about her—hell, I loved her. I’d loved her my whole life.

“Yes.” I nodded, watching her peel her t-shirt off over her head, revealing a shiny, adult dress up game lace-edged black bra underneath that made me gasp. It was such a shock, to see something so sexy paired with her innocent looking white cotton knickers, and it made my cock jump in my hand.

She leaned over and kissed my belly, her tongue making lazy circles as she crawled back onto the bed in her bra and knickers. Her mouth kissed its way down from my navel, following the line of dark hair that disappeared from sight. Her breath was warm as she worked her way toward my cock, inching my boxers down as she went.

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I let her take over down there and pulled her arse close to me, running my hands over it through her knickers, cupping her mound, just feeling the heat of her. She made a little noise when I did, wiggling back against me, arching, and I groaned when her hand wrapped around my shaft, squeezing it and tugging.

She lifted her leg, positioning herself over me and inching back. I could smell her already, even through her knickers. She had me in her mouth now, working her tongue and lips up and down my cock, moaning and making wet sucking noises. The sound of her alone was making me batty, and the sensation was far beyond.

“Lick me,” she murmured as her mouth came up on my cock. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her knickers but she moved her hips, edging away.

“Through my knickers,” she said, opening her legs wider and wiggling toward my mouth. I groaned, wrapping my arms around her hips and pulling her in to me. I could smell her strong now, with my nose buried in the gusset, and I realized adult dress up game that it retained her scent. The heat of her was incredible, even through the material.

I licked at the soft cloth, making it wetter and wetter with my tongue, trying to find her clit through the layers. Her moan of pleasure told me I’d found the right place and I moved my mouth over it again and again until her knickers were soaked and I couldn’t tell whether it was from my saliva or her juices.

She had all but forgotten about my cock, which stood throbbing straight up in her hand. I could feel her breath against my thigh, my belly, my balls, as she rocked on me and moaned. She slipped her hand between her legs, tucking her knickers deeper into her slit, into the crack of her arse.

“Here,” she murmured, pressing her index finger against the material, showing me. “Lick me here.”

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I followed her direction, finding the place with my tongue, realizing after a moment that I was licking her little arsehole! I could feel it, puckered and tight under my tongue through the cloth as it got wetter and wetter. She squirmed and moaned adult dress up game and seemed to really like it, so I licked faster, probing it with my tongue, making her gasp.

“Yesssss,” she hissed, putting her hand over her knickers and rubbing as I continued to lick her arse. “Oh fuck, David, yes!”

I could feel her body tightening, her belly quivering, and I knew she was close. Her fingers were rubbing her knickers all over her pussy, back and forth, ‘round and ‘round, and I could hear how wet she was.

I grabbed her hips, shoving my tongue into her ass through her knickers as deep as I could, wiggling my tongue, probing hard. She came then, shuddering and crying out louder than I’d ever heard her, nearly screaming, panting and thrashing on top of me like some wild thing. I had to hold her tight to keep her from bucking right off, and she shivered against me as I continued to lick and suck at the gusset of her knickers.

She collapsed onto me, panting, her hand squeezing my cock so hard I thought it must have turned purple. It took her a moment, but she sat up on me, still gasping, turning around and straddling my chest. She had a lazy, Cheshire cat smile on, and that, along with the feel of her cunt through her knickers against my skin, her wetness and heat, made me dizzy with lust.

She stroked my cheek, her eyes bright. “You are so fucking good, baby adult dress up game brother,” she murmured, running a hand through my hair. I loved and hated it when she reminded me like that. There were moments I could almost forget that she was my big sister, but then she would say something like that and bring it rushing forward again. It was so wrong, but it felt too good to stop. I couldn’t be strong anymore—I wanted her too much.

I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands through her bra. She arched her back a little, her hips rocking as she did, moving her wetness over my belly and chest. Her nipples were hard, and I wanted them. I wanted to see them, suck them, feel them get fat and swollen in my mouth. I struggled with the hook at the front of her bra and she pushed my hand away, undoing it with a smile.

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I watched in awe as her breasts tumbled out with a sweet, gentle bounce, her dark pink nipples settling to point to the wall behind my head. I reached for them, grasping them both in my hands and rubbing them together, flicking my thumbs over her nipples. She moaned when I did that, and I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her in to me and sucking her nipple into my mouth.

It grew swollen as I worked it with my tongue, sucking hard, while I adult dress up game tugged the other one in my fingers, making her shiver. She pressed her hands against the wall behind my head, trying to steady herself as her hips rocked on me, her thighs tightening at my sides.

Her moans grew louder when I switched breasts, sucking the other nipple into my mouth, working it the same way I had worked the other, making it swollen and fat. I looked over at her other nipple, playing with it, rubbing it with my thumb. It was cherry red now, the skin around it pursed, making it stand out even further.

“God!” she cried when I pressed her breasts together, moving my tongue back and forth between her nipples, making a wet trail over her skin. Her hips were rolling on me fast now, making circles, grinding against my belly, her breath coming in short gasps.

She wiggled in my hands, almost like she was trying to get away, and her pussy edged further and further downward until her arse was nestled in the saddle of my hips and my cock was standing straight up, resting against the crack of her bum.

“Hey,” I said, sliding my hands down her sides. She was looking down adult dress up game at me, licking her lips, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, sliding my finger under the elastic and teasing her clit. She whimpered and then moaned. “Take off your knickers.”

She slithered off me and slid them down her legs. I pulled my boxers the rest of the way off, holding my hand out to her. Our eyes locked, and we both knew in that moment what was about to happen. The electricity of our knowing passed between us, like a low communication. It was like a slow buzz or hum that I could feel deep in my belly.

She leaned in and kissed me, sliding the full softness of her body over mine, and I tasted her sweetness again, like peppermint candy. Inching her hips downward until my cock was trapped between us, rock hard against her belly, she continued to explore my mouth with her tongue.

When she broke the kiss to sit up on me, she did something that surprised me. Unsnapping the hair slides on the side of her head, she tossed them over on the night table, and then she took the rubber bands off the ends of her plaits, wrapping them around her wrist.